Chapter -2 - Be Careful

It's a sunny morning. The city is already full of hassle and bustle. People are in a rush to go on to their everyday routine, either going to work, school, or just simply dilly dallying.

On a certain part of the city, a girl is standing on the other side of the road along with other citizens of the city, watching cars drive on the road while waiting for the traffic lights turn red.

The girl is wearing her uniform, a slightly wrinkled white buŧŧon-up blouse with green linings on the edge of the sleeves, a green and yellow plaid skirt that's worn on her high-waist and ends just above her knees, a black sneaker shoes and an earphone in her left ear. She is on her way to university.

The girl has a very dark and thick hair that was still slightly wet and looked like it was combed in a rush. Her thick eyebrows are furrowed in a worry that she's going to be late on her class again, her dark black eyes however looks tired and her sclera are slightly red. Around her eyes are dark heavy bags that look ready to travel around the world. She has a high nose that she's proud of and big plump lips that is dried and looked pale. Even her caramelized skin shows that it hasn't been cared for days.

Overall, the girl looks fatigue as she hasn't slept even a single wink in a week to finish her proposed project that was due today.

The girl was carrying a big and heavy brown backpack that stores her art materials, such as technical pens, charcoal and colour pencils, triangular rulers, and lots of sketch markers that she spent thousands to buy, and oh a thick book. A blue tube is slinging on her right shoulder where her plates* are placed.

Her hand went into the right pocket of her skirt to fish out her phone. The phone opened and showed the time, 7:24 AM. Her brows furrowed more and her lips are pursed in annoyance. She noticed that there are new messages from her mother and slide her lock screen, she was about to open it when the traffic lights turn red.

She walked on the pedestrian along with the others and proceeded to open her mom's messages.

[Tue, 1/29/2019, 7:40 PM

I went to the groceries and saw fresh cherries and strawberries. It reminded me of you. When you come back home we'll buy some.]

{{Wed, 1/30/2019, Sent at 8:12 PM

A Cherries~huhuhu}}

Next time my dear we'll buy and eat some. ]

[Tue, 2/5/2019, 4:11PM

Mei, why are you not answering? I've been calling you.]

[Thu, 2/7/2019, 10:59 AM

Good news! Your older brother became a regular/permanent. Today is his oath taking.]

[Thu, 2/7/2019, 1:33 PM

My dear, take care of yourself okay? I've been dreaming about you for nights already. How is your health? Are you okay now?]

The girl started typing her reply. She was about to type the last word when a loud screeching, continuous honks and panicking voices took her attention to look infront to see a fearful expressions on the people as they move their hands trying to express something. She then diverted it to her left side only to see one truck coming to their way.

"!..ei..RUN!!"

While running, she turned her head again to the left only to see the world revolve around her.

The girl lied on the floor unmoving, her body looked like a broken doll with limbs placed in a grotesque way, her head turned on the right with blood oozing making a pool on the road.

The girls eyes are blurry, her ċhėst heaving up and down breathing on her mouth with frantic loud pants that's slowly dissipating, and she can't hear anything only a ringing sound of a metal. She can feel it though, it's painful but it is more of the cold feeling that won. It's cold.

'Damn…my due date's today….'

Her phone is 3 steps away from her and it is connecting in a call. She must have accidentally pressed the call buŧŧon when running. The call connected and a voice can be heard…

"Hello? Hello? Mei are you there?—" The girls eyes trailed into the direction of the voice and a tear fell from one of her eyes. She wanted to call out and say 'mom' but the only thing that went out of her mouth was blood.

Her heart started wrenching, there was a feeling of helplessness and regret. She just continued listening to her mom's voice from being merry to being panicked. She doesn't know why though, she can only hear her mom's voice and nothing else. She felt bad, felt bad that she made her mom worry, cry and frightened. And about going first.

A person came to her side, yelling with shaky frantic voice she couldn't hear clearly nor understand, fear and panic evident on the person's face.

She tried to talk again but her voice wouldn't listen. Her tears continued to fall and her mind is really hazy, until the last flicker of life on the girls eyes are gone.

It's a sunny morning. The city is already full of hassle and bustle. The people are in disarray and it is noisier than before. Ambulances and police vehicles came. The police tried to handle the after effects of the accident while the ambulances collected the bodies of the wounded and dead people involved into the accident, including the girl's body.

And this is how the author killed our MC without even stating her name.

With death comes a new beginning. Let's witness how our MC, Ling Mei, starts and live her new life.

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*Plates – It's how Architecture, engineering, and arts students call their projects that's written or drawn on a paper or maybe a 3d model and so on, passed or handed to their professors. For example, floor plans tracing papers or watercolour painting on a hot pressed watercolour paper.